Like A Feathering Rainbow Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Tell me what you want for Christmas and
I will single you out and worship you- and set you a sail like
Little children across a game of
Make believe in my bed- in a room that is a night led by your singular
Candle:
And I will be transmogrified in a the red fox who leaps high enough
To destroy your fables, Alma,
And to command your acrobatic ships: to make you moan and deluge:
This is what I am good for underneath the atmospheres
Of the honey moons of roller rinks, and the long days good byes and
All of the failing sunsets in which I never knew you:
But I place you here now in my stuff, like a love outside the tenements
Of an elementary school while all of the skies are
Falling and all of the chickens are hypnotized, and your daughter is
Calling to you with the reasons for your life:
But here I am, homeless, wise, and baring your gifts, as you open up
A nebula of light across my friendly skies- like a feathering rainbow
That reaches across your elbows, kissing and squeezing your
Shiest breasts.